Suicide is the ultimate and most final act of Love that a defensive self perpetrates upon itself. Imagine that you have a defensive inner child that loves you so much that it will drive you to end everything in order to finally be at peace. This is at once incredibly beautiful and incredibly sad. What could have happened to a baby or child to cause it to later seek death as an answer to its life? From another perspective, suicide is the most extreme and final act of hatred and rage and violence upon self and others that we humans possess. Suicide is the ultimate act of grudge, vengeance, and rebellion that we have as spirits. Suicide is the most extreme form of defensive victimization and defensive survival that we humans have in our defend and survive arsenal. “Suiciders” must recognize the desperation in hurting self and others, and bring conscious their own innocense, and bring conscious the fault of parents and caregivers to drive the suicider to the edge. Above all, the suiciders must retrieve from deep in their hearts the self Love that has turned to self destruction, and once again love living more than dying.
Thoughts of Suicide
Every act carries within it both darkness and light, happiness and sadness, beauty and ugliness. Appreciating this contradictory reality requires a perspective shift.
A perspective change is a shifting of the mind's spotlight to reveal a message and experience previously unfelt or unknown. What could be filled with light or happy or beautiful about thoughts of suicide? Thoughts of Suicide Page 2
Surviving suicide, be it in thoughts or actions is about surviving a past which has already happened.  We need to share the new joyous headlines with our desperate inner child who is lost in time:  Hope is found!  Hope is found!   I care about you!  I don't want to let you die.                Our Muse knows about us!  Our Muse cares about us!!!!
And here we have the key.  Would you not love and cherish a baby or child in so much pain that it wants to die?  Will you let it take its life?  Will you not love your own inner child?  It's time to return the Love.  We must say:
I love you, my poor, desperate inner child. Thank you for caring so much for me.  But I cannot let you do it. I am grown up now.  I no longer remember what brought you to be so desperate.  But I am listening.   You are no longer alone.  Together we become what is worth living for.   What is worth loving for.
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